Alright, I'll give you a warning before you read this. This is full-blown wet dream of someone who is into video games and survivalism. Since we are all a bit imaginative here, I hope you understand.

>April 9, 2017
>North Luzon Expressway, Philippines

"Marisa, we need to get to Quezon City quickly, my brother is in danger!" I yell at her as we both cruise above the expressway, the two of us riding her broom. Below are the seemingly million cars that countering our direction, trying to get away from Manila. Both of us are looking stressed, since I am worried about my brother and she is being pressured to go faster. We never cared about the people looking at us, at the sight of a couple riding a broom above the NLEx. Besides, there is a bigger news that broke out this morning: China suddenly attacked my country, and they came from South China Sea, landed their troops on Manila Bay and are trying to capture the whole National Capital Region. We are lucky that they have yet to launch an ICBM on us, as they seemingly know that their troops outnumber ours and it would be overkill to use a nuclear missile on a country that is no match against their large numbers and better equipment. After a few minutes of flying on the expressway, I started to complain about the speed of the broom. "Can't this thing go faster?! The Chinese might be already at them!"

>>6978
They don't need an invasion force, just the Ex-Varyag and a fleet of Chengdu J-20 stealth fighters would be enough to "pacify" us...

>>6978

"It is already faster, you idiot! And you fool, you'll get us both killed if we encounter the Chinese!" Marisa complains loudly. She didn't want any of this, flying on her broom in public and exposing herself as a witch. But I compelled her to do this, in order for me to save her brother-in-law. My brother is currently a Linguistics professor at the University of the Philippines in Quezon City, one of the finest schools this country have, and also a research facility. The location is dangerously close to Manila Bay, they just have to go through Manila City and into Quezon City itself on the northeastern part of Metropolitan Manila. I wouldn't know what they would do to the students and faculty of UP once the Chinese will get there, so we need to be there as fast as we can.

>>6979

I know. But ground troops are still important in order to garrison and subdue anymore resistance from the populace. In short, having ground forces on the country itself is a show and sign of power and force. It is an invasion after all.

>>6981

After a few more minutes of flying, we saw something unsettling below, in a toll gate at Meycauayan. To make the long story short, it was already taken over by the a platoon of Chinese infantrymen a couple of tanks. They practically closed it to all traffic, blocking the hundreds of cars and people trying to go out of Metro Manila. If they already occupied this part of the expressway, they might as well as occupied Valenzuela City. I hoped that it didn't mean Quezon City is already occupied as well. As we go further into the Capital, we see more and more Chinese ground forces on the streets. The gunshots coming from below means the people are still resisting them, and we also see the occasional dead body on the streets, as well as an armored vehicle on the move, a PLA company uniformly marching on the street or a combination of both.

>>6985

A few more minutes and have reached Balintawak at Caloocan, where NLEx and Epifanio de los Santos Avenue, also known as EDSA, are connected. Following EDSA up to Trinoma will eventually lead us to North Avenue, directly into Quezon Memorial Circle, which is nearby UP. As we cruise down EDSA, formerly named Highway 54, we see burning buildings and hear more gunshots, signs that there is in resistance from the Filipino people. In fact, we saw a police and SWAT vehicle barricade on one street trying to trade fire against a squad accompanied by a tank, and barricade is being torn into pieces by the tank's machine gun fire. I guess the Philippine National Police, although corrupt and inefficient, isn't useless after all. And they seem to desperately needing something that can turn the tide in their favor.

The good news is, my wife is a powerful witch.

>>6987

"Marisa, maybe we could help them, right?" I said.

"Where?!" She yelled at me, with all impatience and annoyance.

I then point my finger on the scene and answer, "Over there, look! Those police officers are already being fucked by the Chinese!"

"I thought we're trying to save your brother! We have no time for that!" She answered, still annoyed at me.

"But maybe we could help them somehow, right?! It won't take that long!" I answer in a tone equal to her.

She then violently swerved the broom towards that direction, replying "Fine! But I'll make this quick, alright?!" The sudden movement almost made me fall from the broom.

While heading to that scene, she already pulled out and prepared her Mini-Hakkero. This item was the source that powerful spell everyone knows, copied from Yuuka and popularized by her. As she went closer, the broom's speed drastically went down, until we were on a building behind the Chinese squad, where it fully stopped. She then told me, "Get down from the broom, now." and I did so. She then hovered herself behind the tank, just tangentially above them, in a very discrete and silent manner, as I observed from that building.

She then pointed the Hakkero's facade to the tank, then pulled it away, similar to pulling the garter of a slingshot to be fired. The little item on her hand started to light up, as Marisa gritted her teeth and tightened her hold on it.

She then let out an angry roar or scream, which distracted the Chinese infantrymen, and she forcefully pushed the Hakkero towards the tank while still holding it, which made it expel a powerful ray of prism-colored light, enveloping the tank and the soldiers and smashing the ground on which them stood. After she stopped screaming, the ray of light became thinner until it disappeared, leaving a smoking crater on where the tank and the squadron once stood.

This ray of light, Master Spark, annihilated a tank into nothing and I saw it. The police officers on the barricade saw the whole thing too, as a look of shock can be seen from their faces, with their mouths open.

>>6989

(Be right back, going to sleep.)

>John Freeman shot the oficer in the head and drove off thinking "my brother is in trouble there" and went faster.

Personal Fantasies huh..

I have to say the one I imagine the most is when:

Me and Makoto are sleeping during a really intense thunderstorm. She wakes me up, stating her fear of lightning. "Haha... Sorry for waking you up, but... I can't sleep!! ". Her expression is an expression of nervousness-- yet she tries to cover her fear, failing to do so and clinging onto my arm as I reassure her that I'll be with her until we are both able to sleep. We then participate in small talk, almost loud enough to drown out the noises of the loud thunder. Afterwards, we play video games and have plenty of fun, almost forgetting that it's almost morning and that there is a thunderstorm. In the end, we fall asleep, me hunched up facing the television and her sleeping on my lap.

We proceed to wake up, around 3 hours late to our work, and hilariously laugh off the night before as we clumsily get ready for the upcoming day.

>>6991

I don't get it, man. But yeah, ideas aren't always original.

I . . .uh . . . don't have fantasies.
I just live with her and we do things together.
Not sure if I'm the only one

Isn't everyday with waifu just fantasy? There are few 'fantasies' including my waifu but they are more like my personal dreams, not fantasies about my waifu. I quess my fantasy is to succes in life and have her by my side.

>>7031

Those things you do together with her are fantasies I guess.

Just being with her is already a personal fantasy involving your waifu; though I sometimes tend to imagine of myself and my waifu dying together...

Standing on the edge of a very cold, harsh-looking arctic plain. Just snow as far as the eye can see. She's bundled up in warm clothes, and I am, too. The only blemish on the snow is she and I. Her purple hair slices the monotony of the blue-on-white in thirds every time a gust of wind blows by. It's only she and I, but I know there's something akin to happiness on the other side of this arctic plain; Our friends, acceptance, a warm fire.

my most recurring one normally occurs right after I wake up and right before I fall asleep. I like to talk to Misato, about my day and her day. She teases me and gets jealous if I have to end up working with this 3dpd at work but we just lay in bed and talk and enjoy one another's company. I also love to cook for us and I talk to her when I drive around.